To what extent are we born blank slates, becoming only what we know?
Most doors never really close. Even at the end we can turn it all around,
but an asp must be an asp, and we remain, as ever, animals.
We like to think it is choice that sets us apart,
but we do what we must and despite the details, it always ends the same.
Nevertheless, it's those details that make our lives our own. Live well.